"What are you doubting? Lieutenant Roy, I think there is nothing more that needs to be said between us. The change of guard will be here soon. Get out quickly."
Colonel Kaiser didn't want to talk nonsense with Roy anymore, and waved his hand to drive him away, but when he heard the next sentence, his eyes darkened quietly.
"A few nights before the battle, I saw Rean Hans sneaking out in the middle of the night. When he came back, he was not wearing Lanson's military uniform."
Colonel Kaiser's expression suddenly changed, but he remained unmoved, "So what?"
"Colonel Keyser, haven't you figured it out yet?"
Colonel Kaiser stood in the dimly lit office, his eyes slightly stern, "What do you want to say?"
"He was wearing a Valencian military uniform, and he was all wet. I could see it clearly from the window," Roy said in a low voice, "On the eve of the war, he was wearing enemy clothes and was moving around mysteriously. Colonel Kaiser, you
Do you understand what this means?"
Colonel Kaiser thought for a while. Although he was full of doubts, he finally found a suitable reason to excuse Lien. "Maybe he wore the enemy's clothes to sneak into the military camp to find out information. It doesn't prove that
What. Besides, his action didn’t cause any emergencies. Second Lieutenant Roy, it’s just you who are worrying too much.”
Roy asked, "If that's the case, then why didn't he tell us, but instead sneaked across the river and sneaked into the enemy camp alone? Don't you think his behavior is suspicious?"
Colonel Kaiser stared at Roy coldly and remained silent.
"Colonel Kaiser, Lean did not report to anyone. Even if his behavior had no consequences, I don't think his behavior was right. Besides, this time the enemy camped on the other side of the river with great fanfare, but only sent
Some troops exchanged fire with us, and I felt something was wrong no matter what I thought."
"This is your idea and has nothing to do with me. I don't want to hear you talking about him again, and I won't want to in the future either."
Obviously, Colonel Keyser no longer wanted to waste words with Roy, so he pushed Roy and drove him out of the office.
The door made a muffled bang, making the air buzz.
"Colonel Kaiser, you'd better think about it again. I'll give you some more time until you think about it clearly."
Roy's voice came from outside the door. It was silent, but it was enough to make Colonel Keyser's mood develop in a worse direction.
Sure enough, Colonel Kaiser became angry again. He shouted in the direction of the door, "No matter how long you give me, I will never agree. Get out of here!"
Footsteps sounded quickly and gradually disappeared into the corridor. Colonel Kaiser leaned against his desk and looked out the window at the hazy moonlight with complicated expressions on his face.
**********
More than a month later on the banks of the Koror River
A Valencian army attacked Lanson's army stationed on the border of Cossel in the early morning.
The two sides were fighting in the mountains, with gunpowder smoke filling the air and bullets flying around them. The man in Lanson's military uniform was holding a gun, his face covered in sweat. His arm had been shaken to the point of losing consciousness, and only his consciousness was still lingering.
The attack was so sudden that the enemy caught them by surprise.
The man couldn't wait any longer. He took a sharp breath and shouted at the correspondent next to him, "What's going on? Isn't the radio connected yet?"
The correspondent looked nervous and said, "It'll be ready soon. Ah, it's all clear."
The man grabbed the walkie-talkie, and the one on the other side made a "pah-pah-pah-pah" sound, "Headquarters, we are the 8th Squadron here, we have been attacked, please send more support, please send more support..."
"..."
The line suddenly cut off, leaving only silence.
"Oh shit."
The man threw away the radio earphones. In this situation, encountering such a thing would drive people crazy.
The companion on the side had just thrown the last grenade, and his voice was anxious, "Can you still hold on?"
The man shook his head, "We don't have many bullets left. If they continue to attack, we will be in danger."
"Oh shit."
The companion cursed in a low voice, his forehead was covered with dust and sweat, and his hands were covered with blood. He spat fiercely, "No matter what, the worst is to fight them in close quarters. Kill two and earn one, brothers."
Go ahead!"
The man nodded. Now there are only four people left in their squadron. No matter what, they must hold on until the end. Although he does not like war, as a man and a soldier, when the country is in danger and the enemy invades, he must
To stand up.
He slowly raised his head, looking at the brothers who shared life and death. Thinking that his wife and children were still at home waiting for him to return, he raised his hand and wiped it on his face, raised his gun and said in a big breath, "Go ahead!
"
The remaining three people had tears in their eyes, and behind them was their country, country and home.
There was no timidity in everyone's eyes, and their firm eyes shone with perseverance. If you want to conquer your own country, you must first step over your own corpse.
Suddenly, there was a low roar in the distance. Although it was very subtle, it was moving towards this direction at a regular frequency.
One of the soldiers had good hearing. When he heard the noise coming from behind, he immediately frowned and asked, "What is that noise?"
The other people held their breaths, and when they heard that there was indeed a movement, their faces showed joy, "Is it reinforcements?"
The correspondent stuck his head out to look at the smoky battlefield. A blue flag fluttered in the wind in the smoke. He grabbed his companion and shouted with relief, "Reinforcements, reinforcements, have you seen them?"
Everyone saw it, and just as everyone was preparing to cheer for the arrival of reinforcements, the enemy troops on the opposite side also saw it.
The commander in Valencian uniform flashed with murderous intent in his eyes and waved his hand: "Sniper takes aim!"
"emission!"
Several rounds of bullets and artillery shells were fired, flying towards the reinforcements ahead at extremely fast speeds, and the loud explosions resounded through the gray sky.
There was no movement on the other side, and a deathly silence came. Staring at the place where the smoke was billowing, the enemy commander mocked, "It turns out that Lanson's strength is only like this. Major General Richard also asked me to be careful about them. It's really
too……"
The smoke in the distance gradually dissipated, and what appeared in front of us was an intact tank.
The smile on the commander's face froze instantly, and he said in horror, "How is it possible, impossible, how could it be..."
"Boom! Bang!"
The shells flew forward one after another, bringing only the remains of mud and ruins.
The sniper next to him reported, "Commander, they are too fast and we don't have time to adjust the firing angle. What should we do?"
The commander's face turned pale, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead. He grabbed the sniper's collar, opened his eyes wide and said, "What kind of army is this? Actually..."
Before the other party could reply to him, he suddenly turned his head and squinted his eyes to look into the distance. On the fluttering flag was a soaring double-headed eagle, "Oops, it's the 'Eagle of Liberty'! Damn it! Escape!"
"
The commander hurriedly ordered his men to evacuate. Someone from the front shouted loudly, "Commander, there are infantry attacking, please give instructions!"
His temples swelled with pain, and the commander took a deep breath.
Calm down, be calm, we definitely have an advantage in terms of numbers. And only one person is using the Eagle of Freedom and this flag.
Leng Ling, the royal family of the Leng family, is said to be an invincible man, and the knight next to him is said to be...
An anxious male voice came from the microphone in my ear, "Commander, the left wing has been damaged and is no longer operational. Please give instructions, ah..."
The sound was replaced by an explosion in an instant, followed by a busy tone.
When the commander heard the sound, it was too late to react. He opened his eyes wide and looked ahead at a place ten meters away from him.
The lead-gray eyes reflected the appearance of a man, with blond hair and a pair of golden, bloodthirsty eyes like a cheetah.
He stared at the man in front of him in horror, moved his lips silently, and then his whole body collapsed with a loud noise.
It is said that before a person dies, his eyes will reflect the image of the person who killed him, that is - the royal knight of Ransom, Rean Hans.
The sound of the tanks stopped, and black military boots left two clear traces on the ground. His slender white fingers clicked on the radio, and a voice came from the other side: "Your Highness, how is the situation?"
"We have captured the enemy stronghold target and are preparing to retreat."
There was a burst of cheers from the other end of the radio, and the man's voice on the other side was full of joy, "It is indeed His Highness who personally led the team. Thank you for your hard work."
Leng Ling didn't say anything. He turned off the radio and took a deep breath.
The war is like the cold wind in late autumn, which has not stopped and swept across the entire country for two years.
Everywhere he looked there was gunpowder smoke, corpses, victorious people cheering, and some people mourning for the dead. I had experienced such scenes too many times.
The eyes like a deep lake gradually dimmed. When will it end?
"Your Highness..."
Next to him, Lance looked at Leng Ling with some uneasiness. Every time he accompanied Leng Ling on the battlefield, he would show such an expression after the war was won. That kind of deep sadness, hesitation, and uneasiness pierced his heart like a sharp knife.
.
Leng Ling withdrew his gaze and said in a voice as indifferent as night, "Go back."
"yes!"
The chariot stopped at the entrance of the headquarters, and Ralph ran out excitedly, his eyes full of admiration, "Your Highness Leng Ling, welcome back!"
Leng Ling nodded lightly to the young man, then stood on the chariot and personally directed, "Carry the seriously injured people for treatment, and send the destroyed vehicles and looted enemy belongings to the rear."
There was an unpleasant smell everywhere, and Leng Ling now desperately wanted to return to that person.
That person's warm body temperature, strong chest, strong heartbeat, and reassuring breath were all calling to him silently.
Sure enough, the man appeared, his golden pupils flashing with the brilliance of the rising sun, and his tall and strong body stepped out of the car.
